Qiao Xuan nodded and directed her gaze towards Qiao Wei, who clutched her injured calf. "What happened?"
Qiao Wei shot her an angry glare and retorted icily, "Can't you see for yourself? I'm injured!"
Qiao Xuan gave an incredulous glance to those present. "You may leave now, lend your assistance wherever necessary, and retire to rest once you're finished. We still have a morning journey ahead of us."
Initially, no one harbored a fondness for Qiao Wei, but upon hearing this, they concurred and dispersed, leaving only Qiu He behind.
Qiao Wei seethed with anger, casting a hateful glare in Qiao Xuan's direction.
Qiao Xuan sneered, "Why are you staring at me? Return to your tent if you have the time. You're not the sole person injured, and yet, you're the only one making a scene! Miss Qiao, are you concerned that others might not notice your fine singing voice?"